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TIMELINE｡˚ ⁀➷ Loki series S1

HEADS-UP｡˚ ⁀➷ Loki and SageWitch!reader fluff (platonic)

SUMMARY｡˚ ⁀➷ While traveling through the Lamentis in the train, Loki opens up to Sylvie about you, his childhood friend, revealing bittersweet memories of laughter, magic, and loss. His reflections uncover a deep, lingering hope that somewhere—despite everything—you're still out there, still laughing, still surviving.

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Loki leaned back in his seat, swirling champagne in his glass. Outside, stars streaked past like distant fires, casting a faint glow across the dim cabin.

He glanced at Sylvie, his voice soft and almost hesitant, "Did you ever meet a Y/N in your timeline?"

Sylvie looked up, her brow knitting in suspicion, "Y/N? What is that—some TVA codeword I missed?"

Loki's lips twitched into a rare, gentle smile, "She was... someone,"

"Important?" Sylvie pressed.

"The closest thing I ever had to a real friend," Loki answered quietly, "My first friend, actually,"

A calm settled between them as the train hummed steadily beneath their feet. Sylvie said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

He began, eyes distant with memory. "Half-witch, half-mortal. Her mother, Vera, was close with Frigga. We used to visit Earth sometimes. That's where I met her. Frigga called her little flame. I think it was meant as a compliment, though she certainly lived up to it—uncontained, defiant, always burning too bright,"

"Then you must have been naturally drawn to her," Sylvie commented.

He let out a soft laugh, the corners of his mouth tugging upward, "You couldn't leave us alone for five minutes without something exploding," There was a glimmer of nostalgia in his voice, "One time, we got into a wrestling match. I yanked her hair—she screamed and grabbed mine, pulling so hard I saw stars. Neither of us would let go,"

His eyes softened, the memory warming him, "She called me a stupid elf. I called her a goblin. I dragged her to the ground—she kicked me in the chest, then threw a flower vase at my head," He tapped his temple with mock drama, "Frigga and Vera walked in and found us tangled in each other,"

Sylvie shook her head, "Sounds exhausting,"

Loki agreed, smiling fondly, "But then... she had this laugh. Loud, raw, real. Like the world could be ending and she'd still find a reason to comment and laugh about something absurd,"

A flicker of sadness crossed his face, "She was also impossibly stubborn. Once, we climbed the old tree behind the cabin. I warned her not to go higher—the branch was too thin. What did she do? She looked me dead in the eye, said, 'You're not the boss of me,' and climbed it anyway,"

Loki paused for effect, raising his brows as he took a sip of his champagne, "Ten seconds later, it snapped and she fell right on top of me."

A laugh escaped him before he could stop it.

"I was furious. She was laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. I wanted to turn her into a frog then and there."

Sylvie chuckled, "She sounds like a brat."

Loki's smile curved, fond and sharp at once, "Oh, she was. Infuriating, impossible... and utterly enchanting. I think I adored her for it—though I'd never have admitted it back then,"

Sylvie watched him carefully, seeing the tender way he spoke your name, "Did you love her?"

Loki pondered for a moment, "In a way only children can. Fierce. Possessive. Innocent. I didn't know what to call it then, but if anyone had hurt her, I'd have turned them into frogs without a second thought,"

He leaned back against the window, his voice quieter, edged with longing, "The day Vera left on one of her dangerous ventures, Y/N kept asking for her. Over and over. I didn't have the heart to tell her the truth, so I lied—said I didn't know. Then I took her outside, and together we turned all that wild, aching magic into something beautiful. Something hers,"

Sylvie's expression softened, "And what happened to her?"

Loki's eyes darkened as he stared out into the starry night, "I don't know. A few years later, Vera died, Frigga didn't take me to Earth with her. And after that, I never heard from Y/N again. Later, I learned she was caught in a ruined city—Sokovia—torn apart by war. Maybe she survived. Maybe she didn't."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Sometimes... I wonder where she is. What she's doing now. Is she fighting her demons? Does she have someone to stand beside her? Or is she alone?" He looked down, voice thick with melancholy.

Loki glanced up at her. "Maybe if you'd had a Y/N in your timeline... you wouldn't have been quite so miserable."

"Maybe," Sylvie reached out, lightly touching his arm, "She sounds like a decent person. Someone worth holding onto."

Loki gave a small, grateful smile "She was. And maybe... maybe she still is," he started out the window of the train, deep in thought, "I just hope she's still out there. Somewhere..."

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